"What are you doing?" Linda asked, with a seed of worry blooming in her hushed voice. "Do you have any sugar deficiency that I don't know about?"
I pushed another quarter through the slot and stepped back when the clink of the coin reverberated underneath the metallic skin. I reached the small rectangle of rounded buttons on the left and pressed two of them sharply, impatience turning my index finger into a hammer. The soft mechanical response touched my ears and a silver loop coiled back from the red sachet, like a snake releasing a victim from its grip. A few seconds later, a light thump flattened at the bottom.
"Whatever this is, you have to stop," Linda added. Her voice was a combination of exasperation and concern.
I bent forward and shoved my hand past the PUSH door. "Just in need
